English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

pumpkin poem

under dusky laurel leaf
why do
now while my lips are living
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
little gate was reached at last
the old songs
my sorrow, when she's here with me
the ancient songs
from our hidden places
i love my hour of wind and light
if i were very sure
wheel me down by the meadow

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • A tribute to Caprisha in the ice cream sky - San Francisco Examiner
  • City honors 'profound sacrifice' of veterans - Portsmouth Herald News
  • Why home now melts my heart - Snow Patrol's Gary Lightbody - Belfast Telegraph
  • News 9.22.2008 (Radio Prague)
  • Dear Senator Obama - OpEdNews.com
  • Bastrop native publishes book of poetry (Bastrop Daily Enterprise)
  • A day when race won’t matter - St. Joseph News-Press
  • Barack Obama's victory shows America has crossed the colour line - Daily Telegraph
  • Abu Hamza's vile youtube hate posting - London Daily News
  • ACT's "Eurydice" retells a classic story - Seattle Post Intelligencer Blogs
  • Mum's the Word on Prop 8 - New America Media
  • Hayden Carruth, Poet and Critic, Dies at 87 (New York Times)
  • A Broadway Trifecta Bridges Musical Generations - Washington Post
  • The Silence at the Song's End: a memorial for Nicholas - Times Online
  • Art without Vision at the Cummer - First Coast News
 

Refinance Mortgage

Home Mortgages

Mortgage News Archives

Poetry | Contact Us | Educational Resources | Vote For This Poem | Visitor Favorites

Summer School Help Beginner Math Physics Primer Chemistry Primer Intro Psychology English Primer
Intro Grammar Beginner Writing American History American Civil War Intro Biology Composition Help


Check out El-Grande Web Directory today!


www.endlesspoetry.com ©Copyright 2004 - 2007 Michael VanDeMar All Rights Reserved